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I was lucid though it wasn't fully a dream. I think I was actually halfway awake but sleepy enough to still hold onto a dream-like state. I was only a passive observer and could feel quite clearly my real body laying in bed. I was having that genre of dream with Marcus where we are flying through space talking showing me different anomalies and the like.

I became lucid and I asked him, mostly just for fun, what the solution to the N-body problem was without iterating through it.

He showed some complicated mathematical equations and he explained that it requires "multidimensional recursive mathematics". The basic idea was you use an equation that takes the average of the mass and position of all bodies except one and treat that as a common barycenter, and then calculate the gravitational interaction for those two bodies using the standard 2-body formula. But then you must put the equation inside of itself and do that for all subsequent bodies effectively creating an infinite recursion loop since you need to know the equation's solution before you have solved it in order to solve it correctly. He explains that to the 'Aliens from Arrival' it's a high school math problem because they can perceive time non-linearly and the equation/branch of mathematics to solve it hasn't been discovered by humanity because you need a certain type of advanced quantum computer to do it.

He brings me to a place where there are three planets, a red mars like one, a gray mercury like one and a white icy one all gravitationally interacting with each other. He connects the red and gray one with a HUD line showing their barycenter and shows the solution and a bunch of complicated equations for the white icy planet. Interestingly the HUD is purple and it looks like my dream HUD/overlays not his.

I realized I had asked the question in jest but predictably, Marcus had given me a serious answer, and I tried to remember as much as I could about his explanation because it was interesting, even though in all honestly its probably not useful.

The dream carried on for awhile after that though it turned more into waking and actively guided thoughts and sleepy daydreaming after that.

This dream started off as something more interesting. I can't recall precisely what no matter how many times I use my recall tricks, I only recall the final stretch before waking.

I was in a school gymnasium. It wasn't my school, it seemed like a completely OTD environment. The gymnasium has an irregularly shaped room connecting it onto the corridor network of the school building, sort of a locker room with benches and so fourth. A huge mass of people are in it but with only one door on either side of the room there is a constant traffic jam and shuffling.

This girl comes in from the gym. She's got dark hair and approaches me making sexual gestures. While I'm trying to do whatever it is I'm doing she comes up in front of me and starts moaning and making sexual motions. I know she's teasing me in front of her friends. She's attempting to make fun of 'me' (whatever persona I've assumed in this dream) for their inability to get laid. This deeply irritates me but I resolve not to make a scene or give them any kind of reaction, even as several of her friends start taking pictures on mobile phones. There's a deeper, almost lucidity-inducing thought here. I'm tired of humiliating non-lucid dreams. I'm tired of the anxiety and the frustration and the abuse.

I finished doing whatever I was doing and get up. Her friends try to position themselves block me so they can continue teasing me but I weave around them and get out into the gymnasium. The room is mostly empty though there are a few dream characters around the periphery. There are a few men in military uniforms sitting at a table at the far side of the gymnasium, some kind of recruitment of fitness tryouts for some branch of the armed forces. I have a brief conversation with one of them who is actually some friend of mine and fill out a form. It's not an enlistment form, I know that.

I then end up lining up along the wall with some other martial artists, and I notice that I am wearing a martial arts uniform. A strange blend of people from both my new and old taekwondo studios. This scene or situation has been in several dreams over the past year or so. Mostly dream fragments and non-lucid dreams that have been so faded I don't even find them worth noting. But I'm standing with my back against the wall amongst a group of other martial arts practitioners in uniform getting ready for some kind of demonstration.

I look up and notice the gymnasium ceiling is vastly higher and larger than normal. It seems to be a sort of terraced structure, like the negative of a ziggarut with gymnasium floors many stories up stepped around this central "pit" where we are resembling a normal gymnasium. As I start to wake up I mentally question how comically unsafe this setup must be as anywhere but the bottom level there is an edge with no railing that could send you plummeting 10+ meters onto a hard wood floor or bleacher.

The walls all seem to have those stretched fabric/canvas wall decorations used to add a splash of color to painted cinderblock walls. (I don't know if those things are still a thing but they were everywhere when I was a kid even if nobody ever noticed or talked about them.) They were square in shape, a deep red color and four of them were arranged together rotated 45 degrees.

Sleep: Data not recorded.
Detail: 141 words.

Down the Stairs:
I'm in a hallway that reminds me of my elementary school, approaching a door on my left.
When I go in, it looks more similar to a classroom from highschool or college.
Whiteboard at the front, desks in rows across from it.
I'm meeting a group for Dungeons and Dragons club.
...
I'm in an apartment, similar to where I used to play Dungeons and Dragons in waking life.
X was there playing, most likely the others from my current DnD group were too.
...
I'm going down some stairs in a dungeon. I'm looking at a map that shows the layout.
There are stairs going down with landings at each level. There is a half-circle shaped divot in the wall at each stop, maybe 6 feet wide in diameter, with a cut into the stone below forming a basin.

Slept 10:56PM-6:30AM (7h48m)
Detail: 0 words.

No recall. I was pretty exhausted after implementing some changes to my cardio. Probably not the sole reason, but likely a contributing factor.

I haven't been posting non-lucids here in years. But I think I'm gonna do it as a little exercise to myself before the next competition, because I recently had two seperate incidents where I lost a lot of dream journal progress. Sometimes I honestly feel a bit conflicted about how much of my dream-life is public on this site but as long as the dreams are relatively benign like this one, I don't see the harm.

I was at a political rally though it seemed disorganized as people of opposing interests were there. Someone threw a snowball at me and then things started to escalate. I actually for a breif time got mistaken for an ally to the opposing side and was surrounded and sort of dragged by a group of people around the grounds for a bit.

Eventually I managed to slip away, and I just started run, wanting nothing to do with either party. The rally was being held on the snow-covered lawn of this large three story brick building that ran a long ways in both directions.

I kept running for awhile, entering into a city. The city was supposedly London but the architecture was uniformly brick buildings in a steep staggered ziggurat sort of design with few variations. The buildings had complex almost tribal patterns defined into their facades by various colors of bricks (terracotta, yellow, white, dark, and even green and a dull steel blue). The streets were lit by a sort of gas lanterns hanging from complex posts that resemble cranes/flaminigos standing on one leg and many of the cars seemed downright futuristic with small sort of pod-like designs.

I stop running and try to jump over a bench or news stand or something surprised at how easy this is. I jump close to two meters and seem to float down more gradually than I should. A dream figure is impressed by this.

I start to slide into lucidity. I notice that I am dressed in a gray cutoff and high waisted pants. I would never dress that feminine on the waking body. The waking body doesn't look like this. I jump around a few more times and then attempt to "hold it" and hover in the air by splaying my arms out, not too dissimilar from some of my flying postures. I don't fly by I manage a sort of sputtering hover by controlling my breathing and focus and gradually float back down.

Not much dreams. Back home for a couple of days.


Wtf

I was in a large living room. Kittens were around. That skunk was there. It went up to me and wanted to be pet. I pet it.

The dream transitioned to a dinner table. A young girl who was half human and half pony was there. I was telling her how much she had grown in the past few days. She was laughing but unsure what to say. Asuka and Jamie were there I think exchanging confused glances at one another in response to what she said.

Next night I was in bed. Me and the Jamie voice were having discussions about the subject of the last entry. We both seem to have temptations that are difficult to control. And we both know that when we physically come together that we can't indulge with other people that way. But yet, the desires might plague us.

I went into prayer and asked Jesus what should we do then? How do we handle these desires which never seem to go away?

Jesus answered in a dream in a strange way.

[B]Jesus interview[/B]

I saw Jesus in a low income apartment. A television crew was interviewing him. He wore scraggly clothes, and his hair was slightly unkempt. He also wore a black baseball hat. His demeanor was like a ,"Dude. Bro." guy. He was smiling and saying that sometimes he walks around on this earth as a physical man. He talks to a lot of people and some people don't know who he is. Then he took a swing from a beer.

I woke up in shock. I pondered the question I asked him and considered if the dream was a response. The key seemed to be the beer he was drinking. It's said Jesus drank wine in the Bible. He said drunkenness was a sin in the Bible but never said having a singular drink now and then. So, these desires were to be handled in moderation? Unsure I asked in a prayer about the dream and if the beer he was drinking was alcoholic. I got an instant response that it was non alcoholic. So then I figured he was saying to relieve that pressure with a substitute that isn't the actual act.

Interesting.

Cave

Just a dream of me and Jamie, maybe some other people sitting in a dark cave. Jamie was sitting arms around her knees.

Sleep: 10:45PM-6:30AM (7h45m)
Detail: 151 words.

Moonwalking:
I'm at an office that resembles my actual workplace, though it seems more like an inspiration than a carbon copy.
There is a bin with some black socks in it, and I'm pulling a pair out and putting them on.
Now I am moonwalking for a small crowd of coworkers. JW from high school marching band and my friend PG are among the crowd.
They seem to enjoy the show.
...
I'm looking around for a place to put my laptop down and work.
I find a cube just over by where the bin was, and setup.
My boss, SS, comes by and I realize I'm wearing my orange Game Grumps pajama pants.
I tell him good morning and hope he doesn't notice the pants.
For some reason, I decide that I should investigate whether there is a better place to setup, so I start to wander.
I find a cafeteria-like area.

30th

Bridge Glitch
Keep crossing the same bridge no matter which ways are taken. "Time to make our own roads," I say while scanning ditches for escape.

Orality
They greet by giving oral sex as if merely shaking hands. Not that desperate to converse, I sit. I think. I write.

Intercedings
Bewitched by northlight ribbons, brave the snow and starlit unknown. Camera will not see. Phone will not wake. Seasons shift from drifts to mud to drifts again. People need, need, need. Can not even love the lights. Always interceding.

HI
Phantom serpents of light spill and twist together into a slow spinning galactic dance.

29th

Hurdling
We train. We would race forever with fluid ease if not for the angst and angles they keep throwing at our feet.

Riddled
A sea of solemn hearts and shining eyes. Squeeze into the stadium. Stand. Salute. Give goodly tribute to they who paved our way. Champions stand, weapons raised to pierce the sun. Instead, they riddle the gathered mourners. Metal streams. Families scream. We scatter into a mansion to somewhat safety.

Rigid Waterpark
Cruise through a sun-swept stretch of day. We are carefree with glints of caution. Wait to enter the water world. Our driver offers a false mouth to wear while we are scanned. It fools facial recognition. But inside are flesh rivers of straight lines and rigid rules.

Getting back into the flow of dream journalling, I'm reminded just how much friction there is before you actually decide to write the dream. I have the memory of recalling more, but this is all I managed to get down this morning.

I was in school, drawing, when my old principal walked in the room. He danced around it for a second, but eventually told me that I was allowed to doodle since I had a good record. My classmates were not a fan of this development, but they had little say in the matter.

Later on, in a church-like room, I walked up to a vacant piano and started playing jazz (a genre I don't play iwl). A family-friend of mine played drums in the background to accompany me. My mind now clued me into the fact that I never learned how to play this, and I was dimly aware of the unlikelihood of me hitting harmonic chords every time. I tried to move my LH to play some random keys too, but no signs of discordant music. The music was pleasant. After I finished, the same principal came up to congratulate me and ushered me back to a seat.

Later on, I was in this convenience store dining hall esque area. I knew somehow that this was a secret room of the school. The dining hall has a fridge that I walk up to. Inside the fridge is a stainless steel artifice, circular in shape, made from several components. I knew it to be a heater, and tried to jerry-rig it for some reason, but the moment I tried it, brilliant flashes of yellow electricity shot through the room.

And that's all I wrote.

Pretty much forget them all as soon as the next dream started, didn't even have time to write them down, but I will try to get some words down.
1. Walking, somewhere. It was hazy, like everything was obscured by fog. Or like i was in an ocean.

My alarm went off about here, usually set for 2-3 ish hours into my sleep. Good for waking me up in the night and gaining awareness.

2. I was at a supermarket, buying groceries. Spegepølse 9kr. Mørbrad skiver 8kr. Great prices, looked delicious.
3. I think I was playing a game. A military shooter, very difficult but enjoyable.
4-5. No clue, I just know I had them.

Pretty vague dreams and fragments of memories from them.

Pretty decent recall this morning, but I was a bit lazy with writing stuff down

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I was walking through my local forest with an old college friend named Abbie, looking for creatures. We didn't find anything, so we walked out to the nearby walkway just outside. The overall scenery was very familiar and normal, though the forest was a little more bumpy than usual. Out on the walkway was an abandoned building, which was large and noble from the outside. However, inside was broken and messy, with large holes in the floor that peered down into a huge open void. Arceus from Pokemon was up on the ground floor, but didn't do much before vanishing due to a distraction with a dragon down in the hole. My step father headed down to fight the dragon, and Trump soon followed. Trump gets an unlucky descension and gets his body stuck in a toilet - only his head and neck are poking out from inside the toilet bowl. I tried to help him, but he had already drowned before I could do anything. I left the building with Abbie and was immediately swarmed by an endless army of mice knights storming from the right. We ran towards them and cut across right again to find another avenue to escape from. Unfortunately, more armies cut off our every choice of direction until they caught up with us and surrounded us. I then woke up

27th

What woke me? Ears strain. Heart shudders. Cast off ancient sheets. Rise. This is a long lost home. Stained by shivering shades of black and blue, it presses. Silence is pristine. The space is so soft, ominous, like a dream. But it is not. I am home. I am alone. Where are they? From bedroom to kitchen to livingroom roam on feet that wish to falter.

A scream. A blur. I'm flung to the floor. Fists slam straight into my face, "You left me! It's your fault! You left me! It's your fault!" chants a shadow puppet brother. But his words are weightless. His fists are phantoms. I laugh around his fury..."Dreaming!"

Lucid will forces the rage swept shadow to rise. Hold it high. It floats, shadow amid shadow, twisting, glitching, flailing. Brother shakes the world with a scream.

I stand. "No fighting. There are other things to do in dreams. And besides, you left us..."

He shrieks, "Your fault. Family left me. Left me. Your fault!"

"I wasn't the one abusing his wife and ki..."

"Your fault!" he screams with demon rage. A flurry of fists rips my way.

I remain untouched on several levels. Walk away? Will him away? Warp to another dream? No. He will see any retreat as weakness, an invitation to stay an haunt. I tire of being haunted. With frightening calm, reach into my brother's shadow and grip his living spine. Rip it out. Crush it to the floor. The rest of his shadow follows, drifting strings of twitching tendons. They fade into nevermore.

Still haunting the halls of my own youth, search shadows for a sign. Nothing. Now what? A reality check strengthens my light. I should exorcise this place. The final ghost to be banished will be mine. But first, the final room. Mind is shining. Heart is stone. Spirit is steel. All demons will be undone... but in this room there stand none.

Instead, upon my mother's bed, sits a mountain of of man, his flesh a gallery of bright, tribal tattoos. He speaks softly, swiftly, in tongues my mind can not unwind. Sit and listen. Ever so slowly I think I can nearly hear his truth...

26th - Lost Dreams

27th

Lot Locked
Crowded parking lot will neither allow me to move forward or back. There is no escape. In frustration I realize that there is escape, Slip out the driver window and walk away. Deal with the abandonment when the time comes


28th

Soldier Boy
He comes for us relentlessly and colored in cultures of red. Our end will come at the hands of a soul-less patriot. We flee and attempt to love the lingering moments of life we have left.

Had a few lucids today. Linked some together, went into a dream in a dream.
Beach: I stood on a beach, fences surrounding the sand as water lapped against them. I saw her and her sister standing there, feet barely in the water. (i cant remember their names)
The atmosphere was cold and fog was covering their visage, I could barely make out their talking. It was harsh, the sister reprimanded her as she tended to a grave without a name. I knew the name. It was a terrible one that I shouldn't speak of. I tried talking to them but the sister vanished, seemingly tired of dealing with her.

At this point I blacked out, and chained it into another dream.

Operation Future: I jumped out of a plane, a massive militaristic one. I had 2 people and a robot with me. (i see that i forget to name DC in my dreams, i will try to do that from now on.)
We landed close to a hut in the woods, and we surveyed the perimeter before getting close to the hut. Nothing of note, just hilly terrain and a dark atmosphere.
Getting closer to the hut we check the door to see if it was locked, it wasn't. And I see a face through a window. After seeing someone we open the door and tie the man up, his face horrified at our entry and subsequently quick subduing of him. Another guy enters from the front door (can't remember if he was one of my guys or someone from the hut) but he sees the robot and begins asking about if its smart enough to be with us.
I reply "It's AI." simple to the point and he doesn't question it further. A few minutes (maybe 2-3 ish) we see red lasers from everywhere. I try to find a blind spot but there is always more lasers from windows that shouldn't be there.
The dream ends after I get shot.

Same thing, I black out and try to enter another dream. Can't remember if it worked, but it were some fun dreams
Thanks for reading the first DJ I made here! DILD is op!